Chemistry is an amazingly spooky thing.
Especially when it comes to relationships.
Because let’s face it — if there was predictive modeling for finding two people who are on the same page, both thinking the same thing about each other and what they’d like to do next — well —
the only time it would be right would be —
when it was wrong.
Because relationship chemistry is just that — spooky.
Consider a friend’s play by play coverage of a match.com second date.
“We were saying good night and he said, ‘I bet you have a good body.’
‘Do you? Do you have — a good body?’
“I said, ‘well, yes — if you like cellulite.’ I mean,” she continued, outraged, “can you believe he asked me that?”
“Oh c’mon,” I snorted, “if you thought he was hot, it’d be a whole different story.”
And we all know it would.
Whether we think someone’s hot — or not — has everything to do with whether they get cellulite — like a crucifix thrust at a vampire — or the big green light.
So, I must ask, what is it that makes someone hot?
Is it what they wear?
Hmmm. I have a personal embargo on plaid shirts — double embargo on short-sleeved plaid — and I don’t even like to think about tucking plaid.
But then again.
I’m picturing a certain man right now gracing me with his plaid — and well, he’s nothin if not — hot.
So if it’s not what they wear, maybe it’s what they do — their table manners?
I dubbed a guy “broccoli chomper” to explain to my friends why I could not possibly be interested. And my friend nixed a guy for a slow swallow. She even told him so. To his face.
“Just swallow it! I can’t believe how long you’ve been chewing that!”
But then again.
The right guy can eat a whole bloody steak without even cutting it, and he’s “cute.”
Aren’t we just wasting our breath with words like —
— when it all comes down to just one word?
Chemistry. Chemistry rights a million other things you might find wrong.
Ok — maybe not Zubaz.